Author: Ashley
Title: Red Desires
Rating: M
Part: 1/5
Pairing: Mon-El/Kara Danvers (née Zor-El)
Word Count (Part One): 3,145
Summary: "His heart was pounding. Harder than he'd ever felt before. Faster than he thought it could. A single text from Kara. 'My apartment. Now. Hurry.' - Kara had accidentally stumbled upon red Kryptonite and Mon-El has no idea. Very minor spoiler for 2x08 and I guess 1x16 as well.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supergirl, DC Comics or anything related to such things. The ideas, dialogue and plot points here were inspired by the show, but they are my own. Plagiarism isn't nice. Please don't steal my ideas.
A/N: So I'm obsessed with Supergirl - binge-watched Season 1 this last summer (as well as the other DC Comics shows). Been watching religiously this season. I couldn't really find a ship during Season 1 (other than the entirely too brief Kara/Adam), and I can't even say how excited I am for Kara and Mon-El to be together. From the second he woke up, I found them to have a great back and forth and some great chemistry overall. And I've found that there isn't enough fic for them out there either.
I was a Smallville fan first and I had always been a fan of the Red K themed episodes. I also love Melissa Benoist who I think did some of her best work in 1x16 last year. I've never been a comic book reader, so I apologize if my current red Kryptonite knowledge isn't up to par.
Part One
His heart was pounding. Harder than he'd ever felt before. Faster than he thought it could.
A single text from Kara.
My apartment. Now. Hurry.
He was in his room at the DEO; lying on his cot, sleepily watching videos on the phone that Kara had given him. The text splashed across the screen in the middle of the video his eyes were trained on. In reality they might not have been, but the words were bolded and blinking and huge as he read them.
He nearly fell off the cot as he struggled to untangle himself from the blankets he was surrounded by. He slid his arms around through the clothing piles on the floor.
Where the hell are those pants?!
His thumb caught the waistband of a pair of sweats and he threw them on, a t-shirt and jacket from the same pile following suit. He didn't know why he really needed clothes – he could run to her so quickly he was sure nobody would see him half-naked, but even through his near panic attack, he was sure Kara would appreciate his decency.
He ran out the door and didn't even blink when J'onn asked 'where the hell he was off to at 10:00pm' as he sped away.
He'd never felt these feelings for a woman before. Not on Daxam. Not on Earth. Nowhere.
That feeling that you would get low in your belly. That fire. That flip-flopping of your stomach. The feeling inside your chest like something was flying around in there. It made you feel dizzy and yet satisfied and happy all at once. He couldn't stop the smile that would appear on his face when he thought of her, when he looked at her. The shaking of his hands. The sweatiness of his palms.
He knew that he couldn't fly. At least he didn't think so, but he got to Kara's apartment so fast that he wasn't 100% sure anymore.
And here he was. Heart pounding, hands shaking, debating as to whether or not it would be safe to knock.
Who knows what could be going on in there? What kind of danger could she be in?
He didn't know what he would do if something had happened to her.
He must have been standing there too long. Maybe he was breathing too loudly. Or maybe she saw the shadow of his feet. Because the door swung open and there was Kara. Standing there in the thinnest tank top with the most impossibly short shorts. He could see the outline of the lace on the cups of her bra. He gulped. He was sure that she could hear it even without her super hearing.
"Kara," he breathed. "You're okay?"
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" She reached out and took a hold of the sleeve of his jacket, pulling it roughly, dragging him into the apartment and slamming the door behind him.
"I-I thought you were in danger. That you were hurt! Your text message you sent to the phone…it looked urgent. I was…I was scared."
"I'm fine, Mon-El," she sounded annoyed. "Don't I look fine to you?"
Yeah, fine. That's one way to put it.
He breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes shutting briefly while he willed his heart to slow down. He walked closer to the sofa, his feet dragging along the hardwood, his eyes searching the apartment just in case she was lying.
"Well, not fine, actually." He spun around, his eyes shooting up to connect with hers. "I'm lonely, Mon-El." She walked toward him slowly. Her voice was smoother. Almost darker. "So lonely lately." She dragged her hand along the table as she passed it.
He shot her a puzzled look as she moved…stalked closer toward him. She kinked her eyebrow as her hands reached up, sliding across his chest, along his collarbone, securing themselves at the back of his neck.
"Kara…" he started.
"Shut up," she insisted as she tugged him towards her, his lips crashing into hers awkwardly for a moment until he found his footing. His chest knocked into hers as his hands gripped at her hips to steady himself.
The whole thing threw him off and it took him a few seconds to realize that he wasn't responding to her kiss.
She was nipping at his lips, her hands tugging at his neck. He almost fell over with the force of her actions.
He tried to stand a little taller, some of his own force pushing against her as her mouth opened to him, his tongue sliding in easily to meet hers. He felt her fingers tugging against his jacket as it fell to the floor in a heap at their feet. Her fingers quickly returned, hot to the touch as they found their way under his t-shirt, rounded nails scratching up and along his abdomen, tickling his sides and he smiled into their kiss.
He didn't need his eyes open - he could feel the change in her facial features. Her eyebrows furrowing, her nipping becoming biting on his lower lip. He broke away, eyes opening to search hers.
"Kara-"
She cut him off by yanking his t-shirt off of his body. He blinked, slightly surprised by the quick action. He was so confused. He had no idea what was happening here, but he didn't want to question it. Not when he was getting everything he'd wanted without even having to ask.
Then she was back with another kiss as she started to climb, physically climbing up his body: arms wrapping tightly around his neck, hips aligning with his.
To stable them both, he reached down, his hands splaying across her backside, pulling her into him as he lifted her into his arms. Her legs locked around his waist and he groaned in response.
He made a move to head towards her bedroom when she made a low growling noise. His eyes popped open again.
"No," she shook her head. "Here."
His eyes widened. Hers were dark. He could swear he saw a flash of red go through her irises.
His eyes darted around the room. Here? Stove, sink, blender, flowers. Gah, so much stuff everywhere! He settled on the table nearby moving towards it, sliding a chair out of the way, knocking over a potted plant, it nearly crashing to the floor, before lowering her down on the table top.
She reached down and tugged off her own top, flinging it across the room. All he could do was stare. Her perfect breasts bouncing lightly with the movement; a dark red lace cupping them tightly. His eyes met hers; captivating and holding his gaze. He was so distracted, he didn't get to witness the removal of her shorts - all of a sudden they were being flung across the room and her legs were tightening around his waist, her ass sliding nearly off the table in order to connect with the tent that was already formed at the front of his pants.
She was nearly naked and he didn't know where to put his hands.
Everywhere.
He wanted to touch everywhere and everything but her hand tugged at his sweatpants, pulling roughly and her other hand was at her back and all of a sudden her bra was gone and he was standing naked in her kitchen and he didn't know what to do next.
He made her feel like a 17 year old boy all over again in a matter of five minutes.
He reached up, hands cupping her cheeks as he gently pulled her face back to his. He felt one of her hands slide down his back along his spine, goosebumps rising on his skin as the other reached over and tugged at his cock, her thumb sliding through the pre-cum on the tip.
He nearly choked on her tongue. He never knew she was this forward…that sweet little Kara could be this forward. He'd never imagined that she'd be like this in bed.
Not that he'd been imagining that.
He'd never imagined that.
She broke away, "Mon-El."
He blinked a few times before he realized that she was talking to him.
"You're going to have to go into my bedroom," he nodded hurriedly, "into the drawer by the bed and grab a condom." He stared at her. "I know you know what that is. I'm sure someone at the DEO filled you in." He thought for a moment before the lightbulb in his head went off.
"Yes! Right, yeah! Got it!"
"Good," she smirked. "Go."
He turned to speed away but she grabbed his arm, his eyes connecting with hers. "Solid black package, remember? The others colours only work for humans."
He nodded and she let him go.
He was back in a flash, his erection bobbing and his cheeks flushed, holding up the black foil packet. She tugged it from his hands and tore it open. He blinked at her as he watched her face tense up in concentration as she rolled it over his erection. He licked his lips as he watched her fingers work before they moved to his thighs, scratching her nails down them for a second before turning up to look at him again.
"Kara…" he breathed.
"Mon-El." There was that annoyed voice again. "Are you going to fuck me or not?"
He didn't know the entire English language yet, but he knew what that word meant. He saw her mouth forming the words and felt her hand tugging at his cock, but his pounding heart was making a whooshing sound in his ears and he needed to be sure he'd actually heard it.
"What?" he croaked out.
She squeezed her hand around him and tugged, and he lost what little balance he had as he fell into her.
"Fuck me," she whispered against his lips.
His hands gripped her thighs as her tongue found its way into his mouth. His fingers teased the sides of her panties, rubbing the red lace along his forefinger and thumb, when he felt one of her hands meet his. She locked one arm around his neck, using him for leverage to lift her bottom from the table top, the other hand assisting his in tugging the panties down her legs.
When she was clothing free and open to him, she locked her legs around his hips, sliding herself nearly off the table entirely as he lined himself up with her entrance.
His eyes connected with hers and he swore that he again saw that red flash go through her normally bright blue eyes.
He ran two of his fingers through her wetness. Gah, she was so warm, it was incredible. He slid himself along her slit for a moment, her wetness gathering along his cock before he pushed the head inside of her slowly. But her heels dug into his lower back, urging him forward, so he moved quickly, his entire length sliding into her as she arched her back and cried out. He abruptly looked up from where they were joined, searching her face. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back.
"Fuu-Mon-El!"
"Are you-are you okay?" he huffed out as she leant back, elbows and lower arms resting on the table behind her. She nodded almost frantically.
"Go, move, please."
He nodded as he pulled out almost entirely and continued to thrust back inside of her, building up a pace, a steady rhythm that had her quickly sighing softly, her eyes remaining closed when all he really wanted was for her to look at him. He was worried it was all too fast, that he was hurting her, but she was so wet and warm and her heels were digging into his back and she was making those noises.
He flashed back in his mind to that last kiss that they had shared. It seemed like so long ago - a few months back, but it felt like years. He had felt slightly wobbly. The Medusa virus messing with his depth perception and vision. He had leaned over, his hand pressing softly to her cheek. She took a few extra seconds to lean into him back. Her lips just a gentle press against his. Her lips were soft, wet, barely prodding, but perfect. He had pretended for so long that he didn't remember that kiss, when really it was all that he could think about. But it was so different from this.
Her fingers were grabbing at the edge of the table top. Her mouth hanging open just enough that he could hear her breathing as it got heavier, faster. Her blonde hair falling in messy, tousled waves around her face, the length of it pouring down her back, the ends just grazing the table top behind her. She was a goddess and she was right here with him doing this and he wasn't sure how much longer he could last inside of her because it was all a lot to take in.
His eyes travelled across her breasts when the realization hit him that he hadn't even touched them yet. Like, at all. Both hands left her waist, changing their angle a bit, but he didn't care and she didn't seem to notice. They slid up her sides as he moved his head forward, nose and lips landing directly in between her breasts, cupping each softly, one per hand. He placed a kiss on the breast bone there as his thumbs slid across her nipples, feeling them harden more if that was even possible.
His eyes rose to her face, her eyes still clamped shut. He pinched her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger as his lips travelled toward her right. He felt her breathing jump followed by a sigh when her eyes popped open and connected with his. He smiled at her before he pulled her right nipple into his mouth, his eyes trained on hers as he sucked softly.
She let out a whimper as she dropped from her elbows, her fingers releasing the edges of the table, her back connecting fully with the table top. He grinned against her breast before leaning back, standing straight and continuing his thrusting. He grabbed her hips, pulling her to meet his thrusts as he watched her skin continue to flush in front of him; down her neck, across her chest.
He was proud at how long he was lasting. It had been a long time after all. But her writhing against him was doing him in. His legs were starting to tremble. He leaned all the way forward to meet her, his middle and chest aligned flush with hers as he leaned in to kiss her. He wasn't sure if his depth perception was off due to all the pleasure and he missed or if she had turned her head; he couldn't be sure, but his lips landed squarely on her left cheek. Rather than try again, he chose to trail his lips across her cheek and down her neck, nipping lightly at her pulse point that he could feel going a mile a minute.
His thrusts became shorter, tighter, faster and he could feel her walls closing in on him tighter, more frequent little clenches and he knew they both weren't far off. He buried his face in the crook of her neck. It was too much. It had never felt like this for him before. So intense. So right. So Kara.
He felt her hands thread through his hair and he heard her whimper into the crown of his head before a hushed Mon-El sounded against him as she came; tight like a vice squeezing around his cock.
He barely heard his name, she was so quiet, but he knew she had said it and it brought him closer to the edge. Her nails raked against his back and he saw explosions behind his closed eyelids and he came with one hard thrust into her warmth, collapsing against her, thanking Rao that she was an alien with super strength because he felt like jelly and was sure he'd fall right over if he tried to lift himself off of her right now.
He wasn't sure how long it had been; how long he had rested his weight fully on top of her. His world was still spinning off its axis. But he felt her hand almost petting his hair lightly as she shifted beneath him, signaling that he should get up and off of her.
He lifted his head and placed a kiss gently on her lips as he saw her roll her eyes slightly. He chose not to mention it. He pulled out of her as his hands gently skimmed her sides and down to her thighs and he saw her almost scowl slightly for a second as she got up and off of the table. He chose not to mention that either.
She sighed loudly as she reached down to pick up some clothing. His clothing. He started to feel something creeping up inside him. Pride. She wanted to wear his clothing. Just as his smile started to spread across his face, his chest beginning to puff out a bit, she turned around and shoved an arm full of his clothing into his own arms. His smile faded, brows furrowed in confusion.
"Thanks. I'm going to take a shower. You can let yourself out."
And then she walked away.
She actually got up, turned around and then walked away.
He stood there dumbfounded.
He was so shocked that he couldn't even take a moment to appreciate her naked ass as she walked away from him, either.
He saw but mostly heard her walk past her bedroom and into the bathroom. Then the door slammed shut and he heard the water turn on.
Maybe this was an Earth thing that he didn't understand yet? After all, he hadn't had sex with anyone on Earth yet. He didn't know what the after-sex protocol was. Or maybe it was one of those "teasing" things? Where she walked away from him, telling him to leave, but really she was testing him. Testing him to see if he'd follow her.
He smiled. That made more sense. He dropped the clothes he almost forgot that he was holding and he raced towards the bathroom door. He reached for the knob and turned. Well, at least he tried to turn it. It was locked. Surely he wasn't supposed to break it down. If she wanted him to go after her, she'd have left it open. Right?
Now he was just really confused.
So he turned around, picked his clothes up off the floor and got dressed. He looked back at the closed door to the bathroom once more before leaving the apartment.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Please leave a review - for a person who rarely sits down to write anything longer than a few thousand words, the reviews are really enjoyed and they're what brings me back to writing. As I'm terrible at posting consistent updates, I sat down and wrote Parts One-Four in a 9-hour stretch of time one afternoon. Part Five is still in the works, but updates shouldn't be too far apart. I plan to have this all up before Supergirl returns on the 23rd.
Happy New Year!